@shroudedvale gets a surprise starter
She can tell when someone wasn’t quite right, be it the way they held themselves or the way they spoke, though this one has yet to give anything away. He simply resonated the aura of someone that you only crossed once and the mistake couldn’t be made again. So Vivian shifts, a half step away turning to a casual lean and helm colored red giving a passive glance in his direction.
It was often enough that patrols were required in the down time between her moments in Gambit, little errands run for the Drifter. She wonders if he is out doing the same, though the thoughts are tugged away when the sound of Fallen Pikes approaches. There’s a need for some sort of mechanism within the vehicles, and Vivian isn’t about to get distracted because of an off feeling.
